A Bully s Comeuppance Part Eight The Party
"Oh my God, Ash?!" squealed Florence, her mouth agape as she looked at me. Behind me on the doorstep I could practically hear Abbie beaming with satisfaction. I stood hands nervously fidgeting in front of me as Florence eyed me up and down and became acutely aware I was going a fierce shade of crimson. I nodded meekly as my eyes took an extreme interest in the floor between my feet. That sight however included my silky smooth legs and the shiny black high heels on my feet which...